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hentaikitten
, whose specialty is luscious, sensually saturated interracial matings -- not couples of different skin color but of different species, such as a male demon with a human virgin and an elf with an orc.
"Don't you have an ounce of self-respect?" Frankie screamed.
Dolores stood still. She had just closed the door to the garage behind her when Frankie, who was in front of her, turned around and let loose.
From the time the two of them had gotten into the elevator to the underground garage at work, neither had said a word. Frankie drove and fumed while Dolores worried that opening her mouth might cause a traffic accident. The explosion as they entered the house confirmed her fears.
"It was nothing, Frank."
Dolores didn't look Frankie in the eye.
"Nothing! I saw how the two of you were wrapped up in each other. I timed it: twenty minutes. How long were you at it before I saw you?"
"I don't know. I wasn't talking. I was listening to him. It's not what you think."
"What should I think? I saw your expression. You were completely absorbed. You even let him touch you."
"He's in trouble. I promised him some money."
"You what? Are you for real?"
"I can't help it. I feel sorry for him."
"He still controls you like a puppet. Whatever he wants, he gets. Did you also promise to fuck him?"
"That's not fair. How can you say that?"
Dolores burst into tears and ran upstairs to the bedroom. When Frankie followed her, she saw Dolores stretched out on the bed on her stomach with her head hidden by her arms. Her body shook as she sobbed.
Frankie's anger melted away. She sat down next to Dolores, draped her body over the smaller woman and began bawling with her. Dolores made a half-hearted attempt to shake her off and then ignored her until Frankie sat up and began prying at her to turn her over onto her back.
She resisted, but Frankie was stronger. Dolores was soon on her back facing Frankie, who bent over and tried to kiss her. Dolores moved her head, so Frankie ended up kissing her ear. She spoke softly into the ear.
"I'm so sorry, honey. I didn't mean that. You know I didn't. I was angry. I was scared. I love you so much. Please forgive me."
Dolores pushed at Frankie, and Frankie sat up. Dolores sat up, too, embraced her and gave her a long kiss. When it was over, she scolded her gently.
"Oh Frank! You silly goose! How often do I have to tell you I'm yours forever. How can you possibly be jealous?"
"I can't help it. I'm scared that some day you'll meet a man who takes you from me. It will break my heart. But please, don't let it be Nate. That would be the death of me."
Dolores leaned forward, locked her lips on Frankie's again and waited for Frankie's tongue to invade her. She sucked her in and wouldn't let go until the two ran out of breath. She was still gasping as she spoke.
"If that doesn't prove you're wrong, I give up. Why do you keep saying that? You know you're the only one."
Frankie sniffled and tried to speak without emotion but couldn't hide the sadness in her voice.
"You believe that. I know better. You're not a real lesbian. I don't think you're even bi. It's just a fluke we're together."
"How can you call what we've been through a fluke? You saved me and brought joy back into my life. That's no fluke."
"Yes, I helped you. I also fell in love with you and selfishly violated professional ethics because I didn't stop your transference. I'm guilty as hell. When you walk out on me, I'll get my punishment."
"My evil criminal is getting off scot-free because you're never going to get rid of me. Now can we go downstairs and make dinner? I'm starving."
Frankie couldn't let go of the argument during dinner.
"He used you! He abused you! He took all your money! You were like a slave! And then he threw you away like garbage!
"Do you remember what you were like when they dragged you to my office? They thought you were going to commit suicide."
"You saved my life," Dolores said softly.
The conversation calmed down as they re-lived the day Dolores had been brought to Frankie by her co-workers. She had arrived at work without having eaten since coming home the day before to see all of Nate's things missing and him gone without a note. When she walked in and saw him sitting in his cubicle as if nothing had happened, she collapsed.
Her colleagues took her to the break room, where she babbled incoherently. Their supervisor was out of the office until mid-afternoon. Someone suggested that the head of HR must know some psychology.
She sat in Frankie's office all day, staring silently into space while Frankie conducted business on the phone. Frankie rescheduled her appointments to the conference room and locked Dolores in each time she left her office.
She took Dolores home with her to observe her and decide whether to take her to a psychiatrist the next morning. That night, after a few glasses of wine, Dolores opened up and told all the lurid details of her relationship with Nate. She spoke for nearly five hours, pausing only to take a few bites of the food that Frankie put in front of her and to sip wine.
Frankie couldn't believe what Dolores had gone through. Nate had done nearly everything degrading that a man could to a woman, except physically attack her. She had willingly endured it all -- including the mental torture of hearing what he and the women he was cheating with did together.
The next morning Frankie called in sick for Dolores and left her at her house. All day, she had to contain herself to keep from calling Nate in, firing him on the spot and telling him that she was going to put things into his work file that would guarantee he'd never get a job again.
The problem was that Nate had a split personality. Everyone knew he was a Casanova, but at work, he was personable, friendly, helpful and a great salesman. Nobody except Dolores, and now Frankie, knew his other side.
If Frankie tried to get rid of him, an investigation would show that Frankie had violated company policy by not referring Dolores to a psychiatrist. Both Dolores and she could be fired, and Nate might get off with nothing but a reprimand because Dolores had never complained about his treatment of her.
She couldn't do anything to Nate except hate his guts. Her hatred grew the more she got to know Dolores. She began having fantasies about how she could torture Nate to death. Whenever she saw Nate -- and she tried her best to avoid him -- her whole body heated up and she had to turn away and control herself to keep from attacking him with the nearest sharp object.
The night Dolores told her story, Frankie felt sorry for her but looked on her as an interesting specimen, more like an insect. She couldn't be human and let a man do that to her. But when she came home from work the next day, Dolores had cooked dinner, and her whole demeanor had changed.
When she took Dolores home the next morning for a change of clothes before both went to work, it was the same. It was if Dolores had a twin who had changed places with the pathetic creature Frankie brought home. The other Dolores was a warm, caring woman who was also smart and savvy. Frankie was relieved but decided to keep tabs on her for a while.
That wasn't hard to do, because Dolores kept showing up at Frankie's house bringing food and small gifts. One night after a few glasses of wine, Frankie made a pass at her. Dolores turned white. Frankie apologized. The evening ended not long after. Frankie could tell Dolores wanted to get the hell out of there as fast as she could. She wondered if she'd ever see Dolores again unless she walked by her cubicle.
When the doorbell rang the next night, Frankie was shocked. Dolores was standing there holding a bottle of wine and wearing almost nothing. Frankie had never seen her in such a sexy and revealing dress. They didn't say much as they clinked glasses. When the glasses were empty, Dolores attacked her.
"You don't need to do this," Frankie protested. "You've thanked me more than enough. I know I repulse you."
Then she couldn't talk anymore because Dolores was smothering her with kisses and she couldn't breathe.
At first, their affair was mostly hot sex. Dolores soaked up Frankie's love like a sponge. Her co-workers thought she was being medicated because she was walking on air and always smiling.
Frankie, on the other hand, was exhausted. One night, when she was too tired to try for another orgasm, she told Dolores that she didn't know how much longer she could keep up with her, but she didn't care because she'd rather die than stop.
That shocked Dolores into bringing things down a notch. They started talking again, and Frankie found out about Dolores' life before Nate.
After being loving and gentle during her childhood, her father had changed when she was a teenager. Her mother's pleading had no effect. Every small infraction brought out his belt. He always cried while whipping her and kept telling her it was because he loved her and needed to save her. Her family wasn't religious, so she didn't understand.
She escaped from her house as soon as she could and was estranged from her father until her mother called and told her he was dying of cancer.
A friend had brought a minister to see him after he was diagnosed. In their discussions, he had finally realized that his cruel discipline was caused by his fear that Dolores would turn out like his sister, who went wild in high school and was found naked and dead of an overdose in the alley behind a local hotel. The pastor had told him to contact Dolores, but he was too ashamed, so the pastor had called her. Her father couldn't believe it when she showed up and forgave him.
But the damage had been done. Her boyfriends all eventually treated her like dirt and dumped her. One apologized later and said that he was not excusing how he treated her but she needed to stop being scared of intimacy and desperate for it at the same time because it was exhausting for a man.
When she met Nate, she realized that her previous men had been normal, which is why she had driven them away. But Nate was different. He gave her what she was looking for: plenty of attention and abuse. She let him do anything he wanted, thinking she had finally found her security -- until he, too, left her.
Frankie marveled how Dolores could be a strong, self-reliant woman in every area except when it came to men. Before Dolores, Frankie had never known someone who was always giving of herself and didn't ask for anything.
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After dinner, Frankie didn't bring up Nate again, but seeing him and Dolores together had shaken her. In the days that followed, her sadistic fantasies of punishing him returned. This time she took it a step further and did some snooping before she mentioned him to Dolores again.
They were sitting on the couch on a Sunday night after streaming a romantic comedy.
"Don't get upset, honey, but we need to talk about Nate. We agreed that we would always tell each other the truth and never hide anything from each other. Unless you want to change our agreement, I want to know why you promised Nate money and whether you already gave him some."
"I was going to tell you Frank. I started to a few times. But I don't want you to --"
"Calm down, honey," Frankie said. "I'm not angry anymore. The only thing I care about now is that he never hurts you again."
"He won't. I'm over him."
